أَين الأَساة فَقَلبي اليَوم مَجروح

أَين الأَساة فَقَلبي اليَوم مَجروح

مُتَيم لَعبت فيهِ التباريحُ

مُتَيم لَعبت فيهِ التباريحُ

Where are the healers? My heart today is wounded,

Where is joy when my heart today is wounded?

Love-stricken, a plaything of anguish.

A lonely wanderer played by the winds.

روح تَسيل عَلى خَدي فَيحسبها

روح تَسيل عَلى خَدي فَيحسبها

دَمعاً عَليل فُؤاد ما لَهُ روح

دَمعاً عَليل فُؤاد ما لَهُ روح

A soul streams down my cheek, and is mistaken

A soul pouring on my cheek, mistaken for

For tears by one sick at heart, who has no soul.

The tears of a languid heart that has no soul.

وَالحُب سَطر يَلوح الصَدر مُكتَتب

وَالحُب سَطر يَلوح الصَدر مُكتَتب

مُتَرجم بِلِسان الشَوق مَشروح

مُتَرجم بِلِسان الشَوق مَشروح

And love is a line that gleams, inscribed upon the breast,

And love inscribed lines that gleam on my chest

Translated into the tongue of longing, made plain.

Translated by the tongue of yearning laid bare.

وَضَعت خَدي عَلى كَف الخُضوع وَبي

وَضَعت خَدي عَلى كَف الخُضوع وَبي

ذُل عَلى عَتبات العز مَطروح

ذُل عَلى عَتبات العز مَطروح

I laid my cheek upon submission's palm, and within me is

I placed my cheek on the palm of submission, and in me

Humiliation, cast down upon the thresholds of glory.

Is the humiliation upon the thresholds of glory cast down.

فَلاحَ بارق وادي الشَعب وَاِنتَبَهت

فَلاحَ بارق وادي الشَعب وَاِنتَبَهت

نوّام وَجدي وَفاحَ النِد وَالشيح

نوّام وَجدي وَفاحَ النِد وَالشيح

Then the lightning of Wadi al-Shaʿb flashed, and awoke

So the valley of my people flashed like lightning, and

The sleepers of my longing, and incense and wormwood gave off their scent.

My slumbering determination awoke, and the challenge and the struggle smelled sweet.

وَقامَ هاتف ذاكَ الحَي يُنشدني

وَقامَ هاتف ذاكَ الحَي يُنشدني

بَيتاً يَسلي فُؤادي فيهِ تَلويح

بَيتاً يَسلي فُؤادي فيهِ تَلويح

And a caller from that encampment arose, reciting to me

And a caller from that neighborhood recited to me

A couplet to console my heart, bearing an allusion:

A verse that comforts my heart with its hints.

إِن المُلوك إِذا أَبوابها غُلِقَت

إِن المُلوك إِذا أَبوابها غُلِقَت

لا تَيأَسَنَّ فَباب اللَهِ مَفتوح

لا تَيأَسَنَّ فَباب اللَهِ مَفتوح

Indeed, when the doors of kings are shut,

“If the doors of kings are closed,

Never despair, for God's door is open.

Do not despair, for God's door is open.”